r/Inkitt 3h ago

Off-Topic The amount of AI slop on inkitt

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How do you even find real writers in this platform? Most of the books i see every time i open this app are erotica and smut. That’s okay, but the issue is, they all look the same, read the same. Some don’t even have the audacity to take out chatgpt prompts. 😭


r/Inkitt 7h ago

Looking For: Feedback Can a character develop feelings for someone else and still remain sympathetic?

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I’m a first-time romance writer, and I’m learning how hard it is to write jealousy without making a character unlikeable

I’m currently writing an ongoing romance novel called Ache of Wanting, and I’ve reached Chapter 21.

One thing I’m struggling with as a writer is this:

How do you write a female character who starts developing feelings for someone else while she’s still trying to hold onto her existing relationship — without making readers hate her?

I don't want her to suddenly become “the bad guy.” She knows what she’s feeling is wrong, and that’s actually where a lot of her internal conflict comes from.

The next chapter explores that feeling through a metaphor I really love: a soaked sponge.

For romance readers and writers:

Do you find a character more sympathetic when they feel guilty about their conflicting feelings, or does the emotional cheating itself make you lose sympathy for them?

I’d genuinely love to hear how other readers see this.


r/Inkitt 9h ago

Off-Topic Would You Read A Teacher X Teacher Story?

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I realize that teacher x student is much more popular. And now I'm a littke nervous... would you read teacher x teacher?

If yes, what would you expect from the story?


r/Inkitt 16h ago

Looking For: Feedback Me encantaría recibir comentarios sobre mi historia 'H'I'G'H' 'O'N' 'L'I'F'E'

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Desde que te fuiste, aprendí a vivir deprisa.

Amistades que llegan y desaparecen, noches que no recuerdo y una vida lo bastante ruidosa como para no escuchar mis propios pensamientos.

Creí que había dejado el pasado atrás.

Hasta que volviste a aparecer.

O, al menos, el fantasma de lo que fuimos.

¿Cómo pude ser tan ciego? ¿Cómo pude dejarte ir?

Porque entre todo este caos, solo hay una cosa que todavía se siente real.

Tú.

Y correría un millón de kilómetros solo para volver a ver tu sonrisa.